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Chapter 22

“You, ser, must atone for many, many lonely nights”, breathed Sansa as she glanced seductively over her shoulder while unlacing the stays on her gown.

Jon licked his lips but otherwise stood stock still as he watched the gown slither to the floor. Sansa stepped out of it and kicked it aside. Then she slowly removed her petticoat and smallclothes and tossed them across a chair.

Jon’s breathing was becoming more laboured and his pupils were now full-blown. Finally he spoke.

“Forgive me, my lady”, he whispered huskily. “I have been very lax in my duties as of late. Please let me make it up to you”.

She smiled imperiously as he moved closer. He bent down and tentatively kissed her breasts, pausing for an appreciative moan from Sansa before continuing downwards. At the same time, his hands traveled down her back until they reached her buttocks. He squeezed them firmly as his tongue reached the apex of her curls. And then he stopped and looked up at Sansa with a surprised look on his face.

He stood up and pressed a hand on the slight swelling of her abdomen before giving her a questioning look. She smiled and nodded, holding up five splayed fingers.

He almost crushed her in his embrace.

“Gods, Sansa”, he exclaimed, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because”, she began, “I needed to tell you in person…just the two of us”.

She slid her arms around his waist and leaned against his chest. Jon stroked her hair and gently kissed the top of her head. Then he reached down to lift her up and carry her to the bed.

He climbed under the furs with her and tugged his shirt over his head. Then he leaned back to unlace and remove his breeches until Sansa stopped him.

“Let me”, she said suggestively and then she yanked them from his hips.

Jon moaned as her lips closed over his length and her fingers danced across his groin. As her tongue circled the head and her fingers glided lower, Jon’s moans became louder.

“Sansa”, he hissed, “it’s been a long time. I’m not sure how much longer I can last”.

She pulled back and pouted at him.

Then she rose up on her knees and straddled him until she was in position. Then, with his hands on her hips to steady her, she guided him in.

It’s been so long, she thought with pleasure and relief as she sank down and braced her arms on either side of his head. He, in turn, leaned forward to nuzzle her breasts as they rested on his chest.

She rose up again as he sat up, their arms and legs entwined around each other to maintain contact. She felt like they were one being as they rose and fell together, panting and nipping at each other. And when they climaxed it was a rare moment of doing so together.

When Sansa awoke in the morning, Jon had already arisen. When she arrived in the kitchen she was greeted by the sight of Jon seated at the table with Torrhen sitting on his lap. Jon was trying to persuade him to eat some grey looking mush. But Torrhen screwed up his face in disgust and kept his mouth tightly closed while his father coaxed him in vain.

When Torrhen saw his mother he cried and reached out to her. Sansa bent down and took him from his father’s arms. Jon’s face was a mask of disappointment.

“I was trying for some father-son bonding over breakfast but he would have none of it”, he said with a sigh.

Sansa leaned over and kissed Jon while Torrhen clung to her tenaciously.

“Give it time”, she replied. “He’s very young and probably doesn’t remember you very well”.

“He’s growing so fast, Sansa”, Jon said sadly. “And time is something I don’t have in abundance”.

“When must you leave again?” she asked, laying a hand on his shoulder.

He laid his own hand over hers.

“A fortnight at the latest…I’m having the supplies shipped to Eastwatch where I will meet the sledges. Then I and a small party of men will take the shipment to the new encampment in the Land of Almost Winter”.

Sansa blanched and sat down. Torrhen laid his head against her shoulder and idly played with her hair.

“Jon…it’s foolish to go so far north. It must be a land of eternal darkness now that winter is here. How will you find them?” she asked.

“Daenerys intends to keep a large fire burning as a kind of beacon”, he replied. “Believe me it will be visible for miles around as the land is very open and barren”.

“Did you try to talk her out of this?” she asked.

“I…I wanted to pull back”, he replied. “I tried reasoning with her. I suggested that we could garrison the empty castles that used to be manned by the Watch. We could operate much like the Watch used to do…maintain a defensive position but send out small patrols to observe and report on the enemy’s movements. I tried to explain to her that winter is simply the worst time to launch a full-scale invasion of a vast, inhospitable and alien territory”.

He stared off in silence for a few seconds before scrubbing his face and rubbing the underside of his jaw.

“She is a brilliant leader but not a very competent tactician. She used to listen to her closest advisers but they have either been dismissed or have left her service, unable to endure her bullying and erratic behaviour any longer. Selmy is the only one that remains and she regards him as a feeble old man whose advice means little to her”, he continued.

He collapsed into a moody silence once more and then he looked up at the two of them.

He held out his arms to her and she smiled. She lowered herself and Torrhen onto Jon’s lap and snuggled up to him while he wrapped his arms around both of them.

“My little family”, he murmured. “I want to spend what precious time I have left loving both of you”.

Then he slipped a hand between Sansa and his son and rested it on her belly.

“And you, as well, little one”, he whispered. “I hope and pray that I will live long enough to be a father to you, too”.

Sansa bit her lip and turned away, fighting back her tears.

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